Luyện nghe bài hát Blind Threats

Right, uh, uh same every day, homie
Lord please me for all my sins
Yeah, nigga wake up to the same shit everyday,
through the valley of the shadow of death
No rules,

Washing my off in hell's water
like the Bible told me lies as I pray to 'em
Kneel down, put my faith in 'em, will you me?
But if God won't help me, gun will, I swear I'm gon' find my way

Uh, four corners, cat and mouse chase, got cheese to
High on on some drug, I'm Space
I don't live up on the block no more
Trapping to make it out this obstacle
on the edge, hell a block away
Pretty Snow White eight today
that base, no Dr. Dre
Uh, guess who in the
Bucket hat with a strap like the uh
Kneeling down with some questions to like
Why the ones who commit the worst live the best?
The 10 commandments, I can mark checks
But I sense flaws, the Bible preaching blind
Streets held me down, got in a Pyrex
Faith in a four-five, I call it the
Sewer full of drugs when the toilet from the cop raid
All can relate, from the streets to the wall from niggas to
When the sun go down, I'm predictin' a heatwave, your whole body
Heat on, room full of homi's, I just pray that the got me

Uh but if God don't me, this gun will, I swear I'm gon' find my way
Mic check, mic check, mic check, (La la, la la, la low, la la, la la low)
But if God won't help me, this gun will, I I'm gon' find my way

Aim that, that, pledge allegiance
Kill mine, kill yours, it even
Soul need saving, Mr.
I know I only come around when Easter
Funerals, Thanksgiving, time
When I'm in jail or when my declined
Uh, will you me?
me out of Hell and make plans for me?
Misery company, ain't a surprise
It was just me and my niggas, we was to survive
But we would never it out alive
Shit we to die, oxymoron
Hope to get to heaven 'til that day
Running through the ally, hope the don't collide
Car window shattered, glass on my right
Dogs in the backyard, rootin' for me
Out of belly, courtesy of 40
Spoiled child, baby boy Jody
jacket on from back in the day
Praying that the Lord come and take me

Uh but if God help me, this gun will, I swear I'm gon' find my way
Mic check, mic check, mic check, (La la, la la, la low, la la, la la low)
But if God won't me, this gun will, I swear I'm gon' find my way

Ey yo tuna sandwiches bread, dry snaking
Black Lincoln, burgundy Mac, I clap a
Caught me in the airport that I was thinkin'
On how to stay rich and get bills my acquaintances
Yeah, money is the issue, I you
no problem at all, yo, the bunch on the pistol
'Cause I'm a suit case
Cooling at the gambling spot with a screwed face
No wage bet, we winning, play it again, yo
Put the in your jaw, now say it again
Round knife, fork, the tents, coming to rents
Get out the way or let the shotty
Revenge killers who make the events
This is realer, snatch you right up out of the Benz
The Wu who huddle up, coupes knows the truth
You the woopty-woop, solo or group I kill niggas